Down trenches deep
where Dead do talk
no strings attached
asleep you'll walk.
My flesh will blend
into your own.
Drink up your liquor,
before you're gone.
No word, no touch,
no breath of warmth will do.
Your itch to walk in winter dark,
my promises will never woo.
What will I become?
For you to have.
A spark of life.
A soul to halve.
I dug a hole,
down there you'll go.
If not alone,
no one will know.
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Värvitud sinised linnud
PoesieVärvitud sinised linnud on kurvad. Nad ei nuta, vaid raputavad tiibasid ja pritsivad värvi. Kogumik luuletustest nii inglise kui ka eesti keeles. / The colored blue birds are sad. They will not cry, but shake their feathers and spray paint. This is...
